The dawn over Sector 0 was heavy, as if the sky itself hesitated to breathe. The faint glow of the twin suns of the Chronoverse spilled over a landscape buried in despair. Shackled figures stood still — slaves who once dreamed of freedom but had long surrendered to the cruelty of their fate. Their eyes, hollow and lifeless, reflected the dull bronze of the rising light.
Children crouched beside the rusted walls, mothers trying to feed them scraps of processed grain that barely qualified as food. The older men and women, skin worn and cracked from the brutal labor of the Prime Rift's energy mines, sat motionless — watching the light creep in, as if it mocked them.
Their chains rattled faintly in the morning breeze. For years, Sector 0 had known only pain, commands, and silence. But that morning… something was different.
A tremor — distant at first — shuddered through the cracked earth. Then another, stronger. The guards looked up, weapons drawn, eyes narrowing. From beyond the horizon, a faint roar grew louder… louder… until the skies themselves began to shake.
And then — they came.
The Riots Hub army.
Dozens of armored hovercrafts streaked through the air, engines blazing with blue chronium fire. Ground units surged forward — rebels armed with salvaged rifles, shock blades, and wrist-mounted plasma bows. Every fighter carried the same emblem — a red circle broken by a lightning scar — the mark of revolt.
At the front stood Seraphin along with Elio with a burning heart that greeds for freedom!!
Her boots hit the ground first. A gust of chrononic wind spiraled around her as her weapon — the Celest Spear — extended from its compact form into a full-length battle lance glowing with silver light. Her hair flowed like molten copper under the sun as she raised her hand, signaling the charge.
"FOR THE FREE FUTURE!" she roared, her voice echoing across the canyon walls.
The rebels screamed in unison, a storm of fury unleashed. Energy bolts and plasma waves filled the air as the Riots Hub soldiers clashed against Sedrick's mechanical legions.
The slaves within the fortress looked up — first in confusion, then disbelief. Hope flickered in their eyes, fragile but alive.
Explosions erupted across the outer gates. Massive drones swarmed the field, firing chronium beams that ripped the ground apart. But Seraphin and her front line tore through them with unyielding resolve. Raya, the girl she had met earlier — wielding twin gauntlets powered by kinetic cores — fought beside her. Every punch she threw sent shockwaves that shattered enemy armor.
"Seraphin!" Raya shouted through the noise, "The west wall is open! Push through before the turrets reboot!"
Seraphin spun her spear, deflecting a plasma bolt that barely missed her head. "Got it! Move the second division in! Cover the evac routes for the slaves!"
As they fought, the air itself seemed to hum with tension — the balance of time trembling.
Inside his castle, Sedrick, Commander of the Prime Rift, watched it all unfold through a holographic display. His sharp, violet eyes scanned the battlefield, his expression unreadable — a calm fury behind the glass.
"So," he muttered, folding his gloved hands, "they finally crawl out of their pit."
A soldier appeared on-screen, trembling. "Sir, the Riots Hub is overwhelming our south flank—"
"Let them come," Sedrick interrupted coldly. "They think rebellion changes fate… but fate has already chosen who burns and who survives."
He turned his gaze toward a massive chamber behind him — the Greenwich Core, a floating crystalline sphere pulsing with fractured light. It was the heart of the Chronoverse's temporal flow, and the true reason Sector 0 was sacred. If it fell into rebel hands, the balance of time itself could rupture.
Meanwhile —
Far from the battlefield, in the quiet caverns of the Chrono Valley, Ron stood with his right arm glowing faintly under the light of the Chronox crystals. His arm turning to futurize — the Temporal Armature — flickered, threads of silver light pulsing like veins of liquid time.
Azel stood beside him, his cloak rippling in the unseen wind. "You've come far, Ron. Your control over the Chronox is nearly complete."
Ron wiped the sweat from his brow, panting. "I still feel like… it's unstable. Like something's missing."
Azel smiled faintly. "Because you're holding back. The Chronox reacts to will — to belief. It's not a weapon you use; it's an echo of your heart. When you stop fearing what you lost… you'll stop losing control."
Ron stared at his chronox — the same one that once destroyed, protected, and trembled. He remembered Sara's fading image… her words… the warmth that disappeared in a flash of light. His fist tightened.
"I'll master it. I'll master everything — for her, and for everyone who still believes."
Azel nodded slowly. "Then it's time. Your path leads to the heart of Sector 0. The revolt has begun. You must go."
Ron looked up sharply. "Wait — what about you?"
Azel's eyes dimmed. "I can't follow. Only you can see me… because I exist outside this temporal reality. I'm just an echo — a trace of the past you left behind."
Ron froze. "An… echo?"
Azel smiled faintly, the edges of his form already fading into golden light. "Your heart will know where to find me again. But now — this is your fight."
A dimension opened with a glowing light of bursting shards of chrono zones behind azel.
The air shimmered. In a blink, Azel vanished — leaving behind a folded set of black and silver clothes, trimmed with chrononic symbols.
Ron reached for them. The fabric glowed as he touched it — merging with his Chronox energy. His arm blazed, circuits aligning like constellations.
He stepped forward, his chronox lighting up faintly — not fully awakened, but ready to answer his call when the battle came.
He knows that something is howling from his inner self and it's the chronox that stirs Ron's heart !!
His eyes burned with purpose.
"Seraphin… everyone… hold on. I'm coming."
And with a burst of light, Ron Chronis vanished into the chrono stream — toward the burning battlefield of Sector 0.
To be continued...
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